And on
Insert the key in the ignition, push forward
Turn it on, rev the engine and we're off
Like we're not feeling it, even though we are
Art Morera, ER305
The acoustics change soon as close the car door
As I bring in the nylon strings from my father's guitar
That we used to play in the back yard
Drinking hard liquor singing old Cuban songs to the sky
Like Guantanamera
Call me Arthur Morera
Let it be known that the ghost of Jose Marti is moving my car keys
Telling me to "Get up!" Vamonos (Get up now!)
Somebody guess what my song is about
What does it mean like I'm feeding my dog gun powder
And mixing it in with the puppy chow
2pac said it, he's probably in Cuba somebody find him and ask him for me
Well, that isn't funny my bad, rest in peace
Just nowadays I don't even know what to believe
I ain't gullible either
And trust me, you will never see Che Guevara on none of my T-shirts
Jay Z thought it was cool but he got it wrong
He made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
It goes on and on and on
On and on and on
You'll understand more if you ride with me
Yeah, ride with me
You'll understand more if you ride with me
Yeah, ride with me
The shit that I whip be a beast, so I gotta keep my gas tank on full
Cuz I'm pedal to the metal on the way to the money, gas disappear like a nigga took a couple pulls
Of the Dutchmaster, 8 speed, so my clutch faster, hate me, but it dont matter
Lately all that dumb chatter, make me wanna snap like fuck rap cuz
But just when I thought I was out, uh, they pull me back in
Lowkey, ER305 the godfather of Eastside niggas rappin'
I'm in shock G, cuz I took a break from the digital underground
Poked my head out, all I found was y'all asking when I'm coming round with a brand new sound
Yo Art, In route to the bread crackers flash they berries in hate
Try to jam me up, one call, to my Jewish lawyer handle all my light weight, I'm straight
Life's great, minus the bullshit that is, V8 so I'm cruising past it
Secret place where the toolie stashed in, but for my sake raps usually past tense
Hope these niggas made use of my absence, cuz now I'm goin on and on
On some Energizer Bunny shit, carry my own drum
Been smokin' on crippy before that Bad Bunny shit
Might see about 12 gold teeth but old E ain't bout no funny shit
So run tell dat, speeding on run flats, on some getting to the money shit
It goes on and on and on
On and on and on
You'll understand more if you ride with me
Yeah, ride with me
You'll understand more if you ride with me
Yeah, ride with me
Turn it on, rev the engine and we're off
Like we're not feeling it, even though we are
Art Morera, ER305
The acoustics change soon as close the car door
As I bring in the nylon strings from my father's guitar
That we used to play in the back yard
Drinking hard liquor singing old Cuban songs to the sky
Like Guantanamera
Call me Arthur Morera
Let it be known that the ghost of Jose Marti is moving my car keys
Telling me to "Get up!" Vamonos (Get up now!)
Somebody guess what my song is about
What does it mean like I'm feeding my dog gun powder
And mixing it in with the puppy chow
2pac said it, he's probably in Cuba somebody find him and ask him for me
Well, that isn't funny my bad, rest in peace
Just nowadays I don't even know what to believe
I ain't gullible either
And trust me, you will never see Che Guevara on none of my T-shirts
Jay Z thought it was cool but he got it wrong
He made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
It goes on and on and on
On and on and on
You'll understand more if you ride with me
Yeah, ride with me
You'll understand more if you ride with me
Yeah, ride with me
The shit that I whip be a beast, so I gotta keep my gas tank on full
Cuz I'm pedal to the metal on the way to the money, gas disappear like a nigga took a couple pulls
Of the Dutchmaster, 8 speed, so my clutch faster, hate me, but it dont matter
Lately all that dumb chatter, make me wanna snap like fuck rap cuz
But just when I thought I was out, uh, they pull me back in
Lowkey, ER305 the godfather of Eastside niggas rappin'
I'm in shock G, cuz I took a break from the digital underground
Poked my head out, all I found was y'all asking when I'm coming round with a brand new sound
Yo Art, In route to the bread crackers flash they berries in hate
Try to jam me up, one call, to my Jewish lawyer handle all my light weight, I'm straight
Life's great, minus the bullshit that is, V8 so I'm cruising past it
Secret place where the toolie stashed in, but for my sake raps usually past tense
Hope these niggas made use of my absence, cuz now I'm goin on and on
On some Energizer Bunny shit, carry my own drum
Been smokin' on crippy before that Bad Bunny shit
Might see about 12 gold teeth but old E ain't bout no funny shit
So run tell dat, speeding on run flats, on some getting to the money shit
It goes on and on and on
On and on and on
You'll understand more if you ride with me
Yeah, ride with me
You'll understand more if you ride with me
Yeah, ride with me
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Writer(s): Arthur Morera
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